My high
school homeroom was held in the typing/word processing classroom. My homeroom teacher was the ‘Typing Teacher’
and she would often stress the importance of good typing skills. I disagreed.
Looking back, I think I may have been a little close-minded. I can type fast. I don’t know how fast; but pretty damn
fast. The issue is not speed . . . it is accuracy. I type in my own special typo language. When it is commented upon I state that if it
because my left hand is faster than my right when I write because I am
right-brained, therefore affecting my fine motor skills.

The reality
is that I am a really bad typist. I don’t
always have to look at the key board and I am definitely not a hunt and peck
keyboard user. Still, anyone who has
actually had an IM conversation with me knows that I am pretty consistent with
my mistakes. For starters, I always type
“teh” instead of “the”. Sometimes I type
curse words within non-curse words because I flip letters around. Not cool when typing the word “account” I
assure you. Anyway, someone mentioned
the other day that it would be amusing to “hear” my messages read by the
computer because of how many words I mistype.
It’d be reverse voice texting and it’d be awesome! I could likely have my own show on Comedy
Network, right after tosh.0.

Not
really. That was a severe exaggeration. Exaggerations are the bane of my existence,
so I should probably not indulge in them.
Moving on. . .

The Manning
Family has another Super Bowl ring to store in the family coffers. A shout out to Peyton’s little brother for
putting on a good show on Sunday Night!
Speaking of the New York Giants . . . (Please Note that the following
story has absolutely nothing to do with the New York Giants. None whatsoever.) Friday night I got home after attending a
hockey game with “Dadof3” and went to bed before midnight. Apparently I was pretty tired because when my
phone rang at 1:04am, I had no idea what was going on or where I was. I answered the phone, but could not for the life
of me understand why someone was calling me so late on a work night (In my
sleepy state, I thought it was Thursday, not Friday). Here is a condensed version of what went down
over the next 30 minutes.

Caller A:
What are you doing? Why aren’t you out
with us?Me:
What? I was asleep. Caller A: We
were doing shots and realized we missed you.Me: Awww,
thanks. What are you doing?Caller
A: I just told you. We were doing shots. You should be out with us. Me: Um, I am
in Nebraska. Caller
A: Yeah, we know. When are you coming down to go out? Hey, wait, someone wants to talk to you.*pause*Caller
B: Hey, what are you doing?Me: I was sleeping. What are y’all doing?Caller
B: We just did shots. I love that shirt you gave me. Whenever I wear it we all wish you were
here. Me: Thanks.
Caller
B: You’re mad we called and woke you up aren’t’
you?Me: No, not mad, just confused.Female voice
in background: What are you two
doing? You did not actually call her did
you?Callers A
and B: No, wait, don’t take the phone.Female Voice
(Caller B’s Wife): Are you there?*Call Gets
Dropped*

Text message
arrives from Caller B’s Wife: I am so
sorry. I didn’t know they would actually call.Me: No worries.
I just didn’t know what was going on.
I was kind of out of it.Text message
from Caller B’s Wife: They said they were going to call you but by the time I
realized they had dialed it was too late.

*Phone
Rings*Caller
B: Are you mad at us?Me: No, not
at all. I just was asleep and didn’t
have any idea what was going on. Caller B:
Guess my bar tab. If you guess within a
reasonable amount, I’ll fly you down here.Me: How many
people are drinking?Caller B; I
don’t know. . . . Oh wait, caller A wants to talk to you.Caller A:
Hi. Where are you?Me: I am at home in bed. Where are you?
Caller A: Caller B’s wife is making us leave.
Wait . . . waitCaller B’s
Wife: I cannot leave them alone for a
minute. Sorry again. Me: No worries.
Talk soon. Miss and love you.Caller B’s
Wife: Miss and love you too.

I miss Texas
a lot sometimes. It is the people I miss,
more than the weather or the landscape or the armadillos. I miss my friends. So, I am grateful that on a random Friday
night, I was drunk dialed by people who love and miss me too.

PERSONAL
NOTE: Keep me posted on what’s going on
and when you are coming back.